The Body of My Son
"CORPENT"

WHERE'S MY SON'S BODY ?

Part 2

"What's? No way! Damar is in this house!" my screams stuck.

"Mother calm down first. Let us go inside the house to bring Damar's body" said Mr. Slamet, the village chief here.

"No! I won't let the body of the child I don't know get into my house!" I cried with a raucous voice. Obviously I don't believe what the villagers say.

'What the fuck! Damar must be fine. It's good that they brought the bodies of others here!' I cried in my heart.

"Bu Sulis, I know it's hard for mom. We hope you are steadfast and sincere in accepting this fate" said Mr. Broto, the village secretary.

I frowned. "You better go home. My dadar is fine. He will attend a PERSAMI event at his school," I'm sure.

"Mom, let us enter the house to rest the body of Ms. Sulis' child. Does Miss Sulis not feel sorry for the bodies of her own children? And did Miss Sulis not want to see the mother's son's face last time?" ask Mr. Slamet again.

I stared at the faces one by one of the villagers who were in front of me alternately.

"Let me alone examine the body in that car. If it's not my son's body and you're just making it up, you better get out of my house and bring the body back."

The faces of the residents look stiff. "Mrs Sulis, should not Ms Sulis examine the body in the house? If you check the body outside the house and Mrs Sulis collapsed, it would be troublesome for Ms. Sulis himself," one resident suggested.

I'm glaring. "I'm sure my son is fine. So I think it's better for me to check who's in that car."

"Well if that's Mrs Sulis' decision, I can't stand in her way. Please look and make sure yourself" said Mr. Broto as he stepped away from the door and gave way to me to move forward.

"Wait, Sulis."

I was just about to step foot out the door of the house, suddenly a voice called my name.

Looks mbok Darmi who has been widowed for decades approaching. The woman who is also my neighbor and I have considered as my own mother approached and reached out to Adinda.

"Take a look at the body yourself. Don't ask Adinda. Let me carry Adinda," Mbok Darmi said firmly.

I'm nodding. Mbok Darmi is right. I removed the knot behind my neck and held out Adinda towards Mbok Darmi. He swiftly received and carried my youngest child.

I then walked slowly towards the sedan parked in my yard and with trembling hands opened the unlocked back door.

My chest was pounding so hard as I looked at the figure of the body covered by the array. The part close to me is the legs of the body.

With trembling hands and chanting basmalah many times, I opened the array that closed his legs slowly.

It looked pale and cold, but I'm sure it wasn't Damar's foot. Because on the right calf of the child's leg there is a tiny mole. Damar does not have a mole on his leg. But for the color of the skin, I admit it is similar. Both mature sapodilla.

Finally, with a breath of constriction due to the increasingly tightening heartbeat, I opened the array that covered the corpse as a whole slowly.

My heart seemed to jump from its cavity and my breath seemed to stop when I saw the Boy Scout uniform.

The name of the chest sewn in the uniform confirmed what the name of the stiff body was now in front of me.

Damar Prasetyo's.

But his face, I'm sure it's not his face. The boy's face was dared4h-dar4h and was covered in wounds as if they were scratched by thin stones so that they could not be recognized.

Suddenly I felt dizzy. My eyes blurred and slowly darkened. After that I don't remember anything anymore.

***

I woke up to the smell of eucalyptus oil and a gentle massage on the soles of my feet. My head still hurts when I try to sit down.

"Go get some sleep, Lis. Maybe you're still in shock. Mbok will massage your feet."

I was speechless when I saw Mbok Darmi's face. Next to me, I saw a young sister who was sound asleep. Faintly heard a teaching voice from the middle room of my tiny house.

"Mbc. The boy is not Damar" I said without asking. I don't care if after saying that, Darmi thinks I'm not sane.

Mbok Darmi fell silent and massaged my legs again.

"Mbok, the body lying in this house, is not the body of Damar, Mbok! I'm sure!" I started to sob when I realized that Darmi didn't believe me.

Actually, I know better the cause of my crying not because Darmi did not believe me, but because I began to doubt my own belief that my son had indeed left me for so long.

"Huhuhuhu, bmk! That kid can't be Damar! Damar couldn't have left me this fast! Damara ... Damar promised to stay with me when his father died four months ago!" my tears began to break and my heart began to feel tight. I began to be unable to control myself and cried sobbing until Adinda started writhing restlessly beside me.

"Calm your heart, Sulis. Poor Dinda if you wake up later."

I nodded and wiped the tears with the back of my hand and then looked towards Mbok Darmi.

"I want to see the body of the boy, mbok. Please accompany Dinda here" I asked.

"Yes, Lis. You meet the mourners first. Damar's body will also be bathed waiting for you to wake up. Although you are not ready for this reality, but you must be strong to face it for the sake of your two children," said Mbok Darmi. I nodded slowly.

I walked slowly towards the middle room. There were dozens of people sitting around the figure of Damar's body. The voice slowly stopped as I came.

Mr. Slamet immediately approached me and said, "Mrs Sulis, Damar's body should be bathed immediately."

I'm nodding. And then sit near the body. My hand slowly opened the brown array that covered his face. And there was a face full of wounds and blood.

As I watched Damar's face up close, suddenly the boy's eyes opened in a completely white color. His mouth was open wide and his head turned to me with twitching eyes!

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